'tiz no dream

.

             i know'z I did
               spill that iz
        'bout hern reflection
     deep in the horse mirror
               her cheval
               lost in her
                 boudoir

              i wish'd i'd 
            thuh witness

      her tressez are truly
         4inchez bellow'd 
              hern bum

             her sheath
                peach
                  yet
          thuh nectarine
              hern halo
                in tact

      she lifted thuh vaze
             no cracks

         her silhouette
                 pitch
       even 'bout mine
                 see
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